Hi, I’m AB de Villiers. None of the stories about me and the Spice Girls are true. Until a week ago my life made sense. I was a cricket superstar making extra pocket money from my YouTube channel. Now I’m the biggest Christian-Rock-slash-crossover artist in the world and my Proteas are being led by Kevin Pietersen.
Right now, right now-now I am trying to talk to Pietersen while my brain and liver discuss their murder-suicide pact. A week ago – or whenever time and reality still made sense – I didn’t choke. I hope I don’t choke now. Continue reading
When I went to sleep yesterday I was the man who would lead the South African national team into the semi-finals of the 2015 Cricket World Cup.
But when I woke up this morning I was in Steve Hofmeyr’s trailer, buried under a family-sized sack of blondes.
My name is AB de Villiers. I was – I am – the captain of the Proteas. This is my story Continue reading
Oh those crazy anti-vaxxers and their selfish agendas! Why are they hell-bent on turning their children into disease factories? Etc, etc.
Of course I’m in the pro-vaccination camp, because of science and reason and all of those wonderful things, but this post isn’t about why the anti-vaccination camp is so lame and ignorant and dangerous. It’s about why so many parents are making the choices that they make. Of course, I’ll try get in all the cheap shots that I can, because people who willfully and recklessly endanger children deserve all the pillorying that’s coming to them. Continue reading
My Aunt Z called me (she’s actually my mom’s first cousin but Jews also roll with cousin-aunties) and told me that there were books on offer for me and Sky. That’s a bit like telling a balding Elvis that a chest freezer filled with fried-peanut-butter-and-banana sandwiches had just been discovered. That’s how we found ourselves on the floor of my great-uncle’s empty flat, poring over books written in Hebrew, Yiddish and German. Continue reading
This post is inspired by this week’s events, starting with national coach Shakes Mashaba’s press conference in Zulu, in protest at the lack of English translation facilities. It looks like a large group of South Africans approve of his gesture, if radio call-ins and online comments are anything to go by.
I’m with Shakes here, partly because he gives a boot up the bum of lazy organisers but mostly because of the jingoism boiling in my blood, and it’s not just due to the soccer. The language issue is one that is close to my heart, as it is to the hearts of most South Africans. Continue reading
Hi all. Welcome to my blog
My name is Paul. I am 36 and I live in Johannesburg. I’ve lived here my whole life, except for a seven-year stint in Cape Town where I studied. I am engaged to be married, and I am butler / footman / valet to an ungrateful cat. Continue reading